| Twenty-five times he’s hit decline on his cell phone
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| Quit driving by 'cause you cry every time when he ain’t home
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| I know you saw a diamond ring, babies and an SUV
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| Bless your little broken heart and how you fall apart
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| Aw, Stacy, why you gotta be so crazy
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| Honey, don’t you think that maybe
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| You’re the one to blame for running them boys away
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| Aw, Stacy, poor little someone come and save me
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| Ain’t it something sad
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| When girls like you make women like me look bad
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| You ought to be out on the town running round with your girlfriends
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| Instead here you sit with your fist in a clench like an old hen
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| Gotta get a grip on yourself, girl, you’re getting hard to help
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| Happens every time, you find a man and lose your mind
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| Aw, Stacy, why you gotta be so crazy
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| Honey, don’t you think that maybe
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| You’re the one to blame for running them boys away
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| Aw, Stacy, poor little someone come and save me
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| Ain’t it something sad
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| When girls like you make women like me look bad
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| Aw, Stacy, why you gotta be so crazy
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| Honey, don’t you think that maybe
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| You’re the one to blame for running them boys away
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| Aw, Stacy, poor little someone come and save me
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| Ain’t it something sad
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| When girls like you make women like me look bad
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| Don’t you know it’s girls like you
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| Who make women like me look bad
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| Aw, Stacy
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| Poor little Stacy
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| Crazy crazy Stacy
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| Everybody knows a Stacy |